Bahrain
These I feel,
A sacred isle.
And her barrels filled,
"Awal"
Eager to con adventures
than be left idle
in the glittering harbour.
Still,
She must be anchored.
Awal
must wait
For a while.
For this place
I feel;
So warm,
So tender,
So agile.
Paradise kingdom,
Where poets fertile.
Immersing,
Times and times
in scents and hints
of fine perfumes.
Here,
I must dwell
elegant alleys
with a haler smile.
Immersing
in scents and hints
of fine perfumes;
Myrrh and henna,
Cinnamon and all,
Aromas to rekindle
mine abeyant soul.
Here,
The mystic saffron,
And there,
The royal jasmines,
When roses abloom.
In Bahrain.
I'll wonder,
Again and again.
At seas aquamarine.
Hers,
The fresh water pools
Hers,
A famous pearl
I will bargain.
To reap,
Once I am far,
With the greatest jewels.
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